Sunday Morning

A coffee by her side,

Neatly placed on a coaster,

In fear of leaving circles:

Patterns best left for the pen.

Light beats, Noora Noor

Clear sky, save for the cottony clouds

Dancing with the glistening Khalifa

A little jewel delicately placed outside her window

Sunlight in her eyes

And a tune in her heart

Gone with the wind

Stocatto at her finger tips

It's that Sunday morning feeling

Watching shapes dancing

To that familiar beat

Conceding the present to pass

Fast cars and melodies

Chasing circles

Dedication

To a nugatory need

Trains

Like every evening , 

Greeted with speed

I step in

So many moods

Temperaments 

All those hours of toiling

Hidden behind busy eyebrows

Waiting for a seat?

This train has few to offer

You need to make your space

Or wait. Till the next hard stop

So many faces

Emotions

How has everyone's day been?

May be that expression gives it away

Or may be not

Should we ask them?